Fear the Reaper Please?

CHAPTER 2

The first thing about her that got my attention was her eyes. They were grey, and filled with a blazing anger that often my own were filled with. Her black hair had lengthy dark blue streaks. Like mine was....

My god she is an exact duplicate of me. And that scares me even more. 

As I look at her, I don't know why, yet a feeling this unusual feeling, this whirring in the pit of my stomach. I mixture of washing guilt.

The horror, my softness is peeking from inside me. Gahhh. The girl continues to glare at me.

Well she has no appreciation. Wonderful. Now she can be a pain in the arse as well.

And then I made the strangest choice ever.

To keep my kin close. The feeling was slowly fading away, and for that I was glad, I must not have any emotion ever, to not ever feel.

While I am having my small, intrigue sentimental twist, I hear her speak for the first time.

"I hate you"

Well, that caught me off guard. I thought she would be thankful that I didn't get an abortion. And she seems like a little sassy thing. Similar to the rest of the petty teenagers of this situation. I knew this was a bad idea.

"I hate you too" I give her the best smile I could muster.

After all I did, must I say I despised her? 

Hmm. A thought for a penny. I would really like to know what the hell was going on in my daughter's head, yet of course I couldn't. I myself would spend hours staring at a startled homeless man on the street wondering what possessed his mind, what ogling thought was zipping through his brain. The poor man was quite scared for some reason.

I tend to get off topic... 

Oh, yes, yes we were talking about my supposed daughter, right?

I was getting to the part about finding her name.

"I'm supposed to be nice and welcoming, right?"

She shrugged " I guess, but so far you seem like a witch"

"So are you, nasty ungrateful piece of damned crap."

"See? Wiitttchhh" 

Gah I hate her. Nobody gets to the best of me, yet here she is, hair and all getting the best of me. And I won't let it happen, my pride is rather large.

"A witch is a woman thought to have evil magic powers. Witches are popularly depicted as wearing a black cloak and pointed hat, and flying on a broomstick. If you are trying to insult me quite more, I daresay you call me a b itch. But that also means female dog, and you could be calling me a female dog"

'Whatever. By the way... I think you should know my name if we have to live together"

"Do I have to?"

"Uh Yeah... I'm Claire"

"Hi Claire the pear"

I was pretty proud of my little joke. Hahahaha. Laugh now peasants.

"... Yea hi. Soooooo"

"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

"I should warn you, I am the so'ing queen."

"Can I see my room now?"

Wait, she was actually staying? Why can't she just run off to her...? I don't know orphanage? Where do lost stupid parentless children stay anyway?

"Did the person who got you here leave?"

"Yeah, he just dropped me off"

And people are always complaining about security. 

"Uh I guess welcome to hell"